Paul glanced at his brother with a perplexed look. The calmness of Hugh's manner disturbed him.
The servant reappeared.
"Natt is not in the stable, sir."
Paul's face was growing crimson. Mrs. Ritson turned to Hugh.
"Hugh, my dear son, do you go for the lawyer."
A faint smile that lurked at the corners of Hugh's mouth gave way to a look of injury.
"Mother, my place, also, is here. How can you ask me to leave my father's side at a moment like this?"
Greta had been looking fixedly at Hugh.
"I'll go," she said, resolutely.
"Impossible," said Paul. "It is now dark—the roads are wet and lonely."